Chapter 671: 562 Slap in the Face Moment, Divine Assist [2 More]

The Heart-Protecting Pill formula was controlled by the Meng Family, Foo Family, and the Pill Alliance.

Other alchemists would not possess it.

For Pill Alliance’s Level Four Members, only 10% of the past candidates were able to refine the Heart-Protecting Pill, and most just barely passed the 50% qualification threshold.

It was Ying Zijin’s first time encountering the Heart-Protecting Pill, and she had no instructor to explain the process.

Never mind refining it successfully, she probably couldn’t even produce a single medicinal embryo.

Meng Qingxue also knew that Ying Zijin was one of the current Pill Alliance Level Four candidates.

Yet the difficulty of refining the Heart-Protecting Pill was dozens of times greater than that of the Calming Pill.

The two simply couldn’t be compared.

At this moment, Ying Zijin had already sorted the herbs, completed the essence treatment, and placed them into the medicine furnace, then she proceeded to control the wind force and temperature.

All eyes converged on the girl.

Time ticked away by the minute.

And as Meng Qingxue watched Ying Zijin’s movements, her expression gradually changed from disappointment to shock.

This was exactly how to refine a Heart-Protecting Pill, without a single mistake.

But… no one had taught her.

Meng Qingxue’s face turned slightly red.

The elder on the stage was also startled, and he said solemnly, “Pay close attention, everyone. What Miss Ying is doing is a demonstration. It’s all your first time, and if you perform too poorly later, it won’t be acceptable.”

With that, the members all grew nervous.

Only Foo Chen was drowsy and not taking things seriously.

He had accepted the Pill Alliance’s invitation solely to avoid his studies.

Otherwise, he would have been locked in the Alchemy Room for a month without being allowed out.

For Foo Chen, now was the best time to slack off and goof off.

That was until he caught a whiff of a rich medicinal fragrance.

Foo Chen’s eyes snapped open, sparkling, “This utilisation rate is over 80%.”

Meng Qingxue pursed her lips, “The pill isn’t finished and hasn’t been tested yet. How do you know the utilisation rate could be over 80%?”

Her best result was only 92%.

And that was after she had practiced by refining it many times.

“My nose is good. Do I still need to test it?” Foo Chen said nonchalantly, “If I say it’s over 80%, then it’s over 80%.”

Meng Qingxue didn’t want to argue with Foo Chen, but she had to admit that when it came to talent in Ancient Medicine, Foo Chen was superior to her.

It’s just that Foo Chen was too fond of having fun and wasn’t as dedicated.

Foo Chen’s eyes gleamed even brighter, “Watch closely, the furnace is opening now!”

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ying Zijin opened the medicine furnace.

The fragrance of the medicine became even stronger.

The elder immediately stepped forward to inspect it personally.

After the inspection, he stood frozen on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Whispers spread among the crowd below.

“What’s going on? Could it be that the refinement failed?”

“It might also be too good.”

“But if she really did succeed in the refinement, then calling her the number one alchemy prodigy of the younger generation wouldn’t raise any objections, right?”

“No objections, no objections. At 18 years old, to refine a Heart-Protecting Pill with a utilisation rate over 80%, indeed, there’s none who can compare.”

Listening, even Meng Qingxue’s smile was forced.

“Hey old man, hurry up with the result.” Foo Chen grew impatient, “What are you standing there for?”

“Ah? Oh, oh, oh!” The elder finally came to his senses. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said with difficulty, “One furnace, four pills, each Heart-Protecting Pill with an 80% utilisation rate.”

The revelation caused an uproar.

“One furnace, four pills!! How many pills per furnace does Miss Qingxue have? I remember she has three.”

“Congratulations, congratulations. The Ancient Medical field has finally gained another talent. The future looks promising.”

Foo Chen clapped his hands, “Impressive, truly impressive.”

His eyes twinkled, and he began scheming how to lure Ying Zijin to the Foo Family. That way, he could be free.

Ying Zijin pinched her wrist, collected her share of the herbs, and without lingering, left the Pill Alliance.

Good thing she held back, otherwise she might have ended up with a furnace of ten Heart-Protecting Pills with a 100% utilisation rate.

“Miss Ying.”

At that moment, someone chased after her and called out from behind.

It was Meng Qingxue.

“Miss Ying, I would like to invite you into the Meng Family. You have great talent, and the Meng Family could invest all resources in you. I am sincere, and I want to help him.”

As long as she treated Ying Zijin well, she might be able to make some amends.

Ying Zijin didn’t even stop, “Not joining.”

“Wait, Miss Ying, you…” Meng Qingxue moved her lips, “Then you… you must take good care of him.”

“Miss Meng, you’re rather strange,” Ying Zijin finally halted and turned her head, “My boyfriend is naturally under my care, and who are you to tell me to take good care of him? His mother? His father?”

Since childhood, Meng Qingxue had been educated in the etiquette of the well-bred, and the most unreasonable person she’d encountered was Xie Nian.

But being questioned like this was a first for her.

Her complexion instantly paled, a taste of rust rising in her throat.

“He has suffered enough; please stop seeking him out,” Ying Zijin nodded slightly, her voice faint, “There are no ties between you two, and if there are, you owe him.”

“Of course, he has taken his revenge, but the fact remains that he was hurt. I can’t bear to see him suffer any harm, my heart aches, and you should know I have no fondness for you.”

Meng Qingxue’s face grew even paler, completely drained of color, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to before, I really never thought…”

Ying Zijin, however, didn’t listen further and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, Yun Shan leaped down from the wall and followed the girl.

He had specifically recorded the conversation just now between Ying Zijin and Meng Qingxue, and then sent it to Fu Yunshen.

What was this called?

This was called divine assistance.

Yun Shan knew that Ying Zijin usually spoke little.

Whenever she did talk more, it would inevitably involve their young master.

“Miss Ying, if she’s so bothersome, should I take her out?” Yun Shan sent the message, his face fierce, “Anyway, she doesn’t have much longer to live.”

Ying Zijin’s eyes narrowed slightly, “She is a doctor, do you want to die?”

Yun Shan scratched his head, still puzzled, “What’s wrong with being a doctor? If we decide to do it, we’ll make sure it’s quick and clean.”

“I’ve looked through the records of the Pill Alliance,” Ying Zijin spoke, “The records show that Foo Chen began treating patients at fourteen, and he’s twenty-six this year, making a total of one thousand seven hundred and eighty-six treatments, saving nine hundred and ninety-seven lives.”

“Meng Qingxue started treating patients at fifteen, is twenty-four now, and has completed seven hundred and sixty-five treatments, saving seven hundred and thirty-four lives.”

By the numbers, Meng Qingxue’s medical skills are indeed superior to Foo Chen’s.

Ying Zijin paused for a moment, “Do you know how much good karma this can bring a person?”

“Let alone killing her, even if someone hurts her, there will be bad retribution unless she actively engages in evil deeds.”

One of the reasons for Foo Xi’s longevity is that she saved countless lives, earning her good karma.

If things go as expected, Foo Chen will live longer than an average practitioner in the Ancient medical field as well.

Meng Qingxue, frail and sickly, would not have likely lived past twenty if she hadn’t saved so many lives.

Yun Shan was ashamed, “I’m sorry, Miss Ying, I was too narrow-minded and petty.”

“It’s not your fault; you’re just accustomed to the ways of the Ancient Martial World, thinking that only combat can solve problems,” Ying Zijin said indifferently, “Of course, one can’t be without caution, and when it’s time to act, one must take action.”

At first, there weren’t many ancient martial artists, and they helped each other out.

Until more and more families started to form, and disputes became more common.

If anyone looked at someone else the wrong way on the road, they could just kill them on the spot.

The aura of hostility in the Ancient Martial World has always been strong, which is not good for anyone.

Ying Zijin took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket and ate it leisurely, “And besides, your young master is so outstanding, if no one were to like him, it would mean they have poor taste, and it certainly wouldn’t reflect poorly on my taste.”

Yun Shan nearly choked on the sudden onslaught of dog food, “…”

After a moment of thought, he unlocked his phone, ordered a set of Buddhist Scriptures on Taobao, and decided to study them thoroughly.

**

The next day.

It was still the New Year’s holiday, coinciding with the grand opening of Universal Film Company’s amusement park.

Fu Yunshen booked four tickets.

Both were too conspicuous, so they had disguised themselves.

Snowflakes drifted through the sky.

Fu Yunshen bent down and placed the roasted sweet potatoes he had bought into her hands, “Eat them while they’re hot.”

Ying Zijin sat down.

“Yun Shan said that you ran into her at the Pill Alliance that day,” Fu Yunshen grazed over the name, “If something like this happens again, let me know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ying Zijin took a bite of the sweet potato, “You should eat too.”

Fu Yunshen accepted it, “Where are the others?”

“They went to meet someone. Adele went too, they should be back soon,” she remarked.

**

Outside Universal Film Paradise.

Lin Qingjia was following an overseer from the Taylor Family, “Students from Norton University, here?”

“Yes, even the family head was surprised, but it’s understandable,” the overseer smiled, “They’re all young people, usually in closed training at Norton University; it’s rare for them to be out.”

Lin Qingjia nodded.

That was until she saw a familiar figure.

Lin Qingjia’s steps faltered, “Let’s go this way.”

She took a step back, not wanting Wen Tinglan to see her.

She didn’t really want others to know that she still had a brother who was an ordinary person.